Page 94 of Aria

She arched her back, palming the nape of my neck and tugging my face to her chest. I groaned, nearly fucking losing it when my mouth closed around a dusky nipple, and she cried out. Chelsie’s nails dug into my neck as I nicked her with my teeth, then laved my tongue over the pebbled bud before tasting the other.

I rolled her onto her back, moving over her and interlacing our fingers together while my lips trailed south. Her stomach fluttered beneath my wet kisses as I inched lower, grazing her belly button and landing at the edge of her jeans.

Glancing up, I wavered.

We shouldn’t do this, my mind chanted.

She bowed her body, lifting her hips, seeking more attention. “Noah, please.”

My eyes closed, overcome with lust and need and…

Everything.

Chelsie’s hands trembled as she unhooked the button on her pants, jerked the zipper down, and shoved them off her waist until they bunched around her knees.

The animal in me took over when a hint of lavender silk caught my eye, stained with a pool of her wetness. I grabbed her jeans and tugged them all the way off her legs before moving the slip of underwear aside and diving between her thighs.

She practically screamed.

A moan of unparalleled satisfaction poured out of me when my tongue plunged inside her. I couldn’t even spare the few seconds it would take to fully remove her panties, and instead, just pulled the small slip of silk to the side while my mouth feasted.

“Noah, Noah… oh my God…” She panted and squirmed, her hands landing in my hair and fisting. “Don’t stop, please…”

Gripping her outer thigh with my palm, I drew her legs farther apart, sliding my tongue up her slit. “I want to make you feel good,” I murmured against her, teasing her clit. She bucked upward with a sharp cry. “God, you’re soaked.”

My head lowered and I sucked her clit, finding the perfect rhythm as I inserted two fingers inside of her. Her thighs clamped my face, her body raising off the mattress, her whimpers desperate and erratic. Before bringing her over the edge, I lifted my face and removed my fingers, watching her writhe beneath me with tortured urgency.

“Please, don’t stop,” she begged.

I crawled my way up her body until we were face-to-face. Her eyes fluttered open, glazed over and laden with lust. Deep flush stained her cheeks while her hair splayed across the pillowcase in golden, chaotic waves. When our eyes locked, I reached down between her legs and pushed my fingers inside her again.

Chelsie’s breath caught, her lips parting with a small squeak of surprise. We didn’t break eye contact as I inserted a third finger and pumped roughly into her, my thumb working her clit. Our noses touched, our lips grazing, and I whispered raggedly, “I want to watch you break apart.”

Her eyes flared, mouth still parted, as if words were caught in her throat with no way out. But I didn’t want her words. I just wanted her to come.

I thrust my fingers in and out as her knees spread wider, her body tensing with a prelude to release. Wet, slippery sounds echoed throughout the quiet room as she soaked my fingers, and I bit down on my inner cheek to distract myself from the painful erection still straining my pants.

But this wasn’t about me. This was about her—making her feel safe, adored, cherished, especially in the aftermath of something so evil and violent.

This was about telling her exactly what I wanted us to be.

A sharp breath hitched in her throat as her body arched up, hands gripping my shoulders, fingers bruising.

“Come for me,” I said against her lips, my thumb massaging harder.

She broke. Keeping her gaze fixed on me, Chelsie came with a throaty moan, squeezing me tight as I slowed my pace and leaned down to kiss her.

I stole the rest of her cry with my mouth, pulling my fingers out of her as I cradled her face, gently caressing her tongue with mine until she collapsed into a satiated heap below me.

But when I lowered my hands to her neck, she flinched, hissing through our kiss.

Shit.

Her bruises.

I pulled back, breathless and still in a daze. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Chelsie nicked my bottom lip with her teeth. “Keep kissing me.”

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